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dangermousieSome are rather unusual (though canon) pairings.
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A Zhaan/Stark AU (they are my secondary Farscape ship) that has no angst (!!!!): In Bloom
Exerpt: One morning Stark wakes and Zhaan’s head is turned, resting against his shoulder. She smiles and the sensation, the slow curl of her lips through the fabric of his shirt, sends a flutter through his heart.
2
Aeryn and Talyn-John: A Snowful Regret
Exerpt: “Will you shut up, you lunatic!” Rygel whirred past him, his large mouth cracking open still larger with a massive yawn. “I’m going to eat and then sleep. Don’t wake me unless the ship is on fire.”
3
John and Chiana (but not that way): Touch
Exerpt: They've pushed the boundaries of friendship and danced along the border of something more, but there are some lines that they will never cross. Some paths that are closed to them, and, unlike with all the other men in her life, she's reassured by the fact that he will never be more to her than he is now.
4
Moya fic Hole in the World
Exerpt: That was what made it so much worse, she decided. A physical enemy was one thing. Scarrans were bad, very, very bad, but any physical being can ultimately be defeated with enough persistence, and John was incredibly persistent when it came to Aeryn. But you can’t defeat what you can’t find.
5
Crichton/Aeryn angst, suffering, and insanity fic (i.e. just your usual stuff near the end of Season Two): A Sense Sublime
Exerpt:
Blue.
It opened in his mind, a single color that swirled into a concept, an identification, an image, another image, another, each one darkening to the next. Blue ocean. Blue sky. Blue skin. Lightening, deepening. Blue wash of water, blue funnel, blue swirl of wormhole, blue wormhole reflection on his module. Blue eyes. Blue eyes shading to gray.
He exploded in the blue-white flash of pain.
6
A Crichton S4 hurt/comfort fic. Mostly it's been hurt so far :). He started being sick and ended up with Grayza (brrrr, ugh). Jenner's Not a Cereal Box. This one is a WIP.
Exerpt: Another day in hell. The room was chilly, so much so that he could see his breath as he panted from the last zap of the invisible fence. He shivered and wondered if Sebeceans ever got chill banes. Probably not, they were too frigid to notice. He swiveled around in his astro-boy chair, spinning and spinning. Kind of reminded him of Stark. In fact this whole get up reminded him of the crazy sane Banik. He wondered if Stark had ever found Zhaan. He’d found his Zhaan, but she was lost in the stars. He felt another surge of electricity from the collar and he shivered and shuddered.
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sabaceanbabe, I am getting back to you re:fic today.
1
A Zhaan/Stark AU (they are my secondary Farscape ship) that has no angst (!!!!): In Bloom
Exerpt: One morning Stark wakes and Zhaan’s head is turned, resting against his shoulder. She smiles and the sensation, the slow curl of her lips through the fabric of his shirt, sends a flutter through his heart.
2
Aeryn and Talyn-John: A Snowful Regret
Exerpt: “Will you shut up, you lunatic!” Rygel whirred past him, his large mouth cracking open still larger with a massive yawn. “I’m going to eat and then sleep. Don’t wake me unless the ship is on fire.”
3
John and Chiana (but not that way): Touch
Exerpt: They've pushed the boundaries of friendship and danced along the border of something more, but there are some lines that they will never cross. Some paths that are closed to them, and, unlike with all the other men in her life, she's reassured by the fact that he will never be more to her than he is now.
4
Moya fic Hole in the World
Exerpt: That was what made it so much worse, she decided. A physical enemy was one thing. Scarrans were bad, very, very bad, but any physical being can ultimately be defeated with enough persistence, and John was incredibly persistent when it came to Aeryn. But you can’t defeat what you can’t find.
5
Crichton/Aeryn angst, suffering, and insanity fic (i.e. just your usual stuff near the end of Season Two): A Sense Sublime
Exerpt:
Blue.
It opened in his mind, a single color that swirled into a concept, an identification, an image, another image, another, each one darkening to the next. Blue ocean. Blue sky. Blue skin. Lightening, deepening. Blue wash of water, blue funnel, blue swirl of wormhole, blue wormhole reflection on his module. Blue eyes. Blue eyes shading to gray.
He exploded in the blue-white flash of pain.
6
A Crichton S4 hurt/comfort fic. Mostly it's been hurt so far :). He started being sick and ended up with Grayza (brrrr, ugh). Jenner's Not a Cereal Box. This one is a WIP.
Exerpt: Another day in hell. The room was chilly, so much so that he could see his breath as he panted from the last zap of the invisible fence. He shivered and wondered if Sebeceans ever got chill banes. Probably not, they were too frigid to notice. He swiveled around in his astro-boy chair, spinning and spinning. Kind of reminded him of Stark. In fact this whole get up reminded him of the crazy sane Banik. He wondered if Stark had ever found Zhaan. He’d found his Zhaan, but she was lost in the stars. He felt another surge of electricity from the collar and he shivered and shuddered.
P.S.
sabaceanbabe, I am getting back to you re:fic today.
